Hearing grunts from his Knights engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the kidnappers — probably because they had used the last of their rounds — Alex rushed to assist them. Taking out one with a blow to the liver, he proceeded to the other, crippling him with a headlock. The remaining one, realizing he was outnumbered, surrendered, raising his hands shakily. But Knights looked at Alex, and nodded in agreement. Sooner, he both punched the man, sending him slumping to the ground unconscious.“Are you hurt Mister Lord?” The knights inquired of his wellbeing. He raised his hands smugly, signifying he took out the men to protect them, and could only do that if he was perfectly fine. He Knights understood his gesture, and bowed a response. “What should we do with them?” The younger amongst them asked, and Alex parted his lips to respond, but then it struck him that the lady they were about to kidnapped was still on the cold ground. He raised to where she was, his Knights behind him. Getting
Alex approached the attendant counter and wore a friendly smile. He parted his lips to speak, and as he did, he noticed the grimace that crept on the lady's face. “Good day. Okay, so I would like to acquire something. But that thing might not be available here, so if you don't mind. Could you call out your manager, so I can speak to her. She definitely knows what I'm looking for.” All the time Alex spoke, the attendant not once looked at his direction. She didn't even attempt to fulfill his requests, and just stood behind her desk, eyes glued her phone's screen. Later, she increased the phone's volume to drown out Alex's voice, after he tried repeating his request.For minutes, Alex spoke to her and she shunned him as if he wasn't a customer. Infuriated by her actions, the unknown heir proceeded to bellowed his words at her, and although it shook her slightly, she still didn't honor him as a customer.Instead, she dropped down her phone, distastefully beheld him, and sneered. “Didn't
He was also part of the group that had hurled food at him, calling him a dog during the party. Even back in the past, he used to verbally insult him anytime they crossed path. Seems he came to buy something with his girlfriend.“Don't worry father. I wouldn't disappoint you. When I attend the Lord's party tomorrow, I would make sure to present myself humbly before the new Lord. I understand that for our family to be at float and one of the top families in Labyrinth, we must be well acquainted with the Lords. Don't worry, trust me on this.” Done talking, the man pocketed his phone, and trailed his hands in his hair. “Damnit! Since the announcement of that f*cking Lord today, every single person I know have been blabbing there mouth about him, talking about how he was the real deal, and partnering with him was going to guarantee a trillion dollar reward.“Shooting a shocked look at his girlfriend who had her eyes on the female collection of clothes displayed on the manicures, he added.
The attendant staggered backward, shocked to her core, while the man and his girlfriend stood frozen behind Alex, barely able to process what had just unfolded before their eyes. Meanwhile, the unknown heir, smugly surveyed their faces and guffawed at their astonishment.“Package the items,” Alex ordered authoritatively. The attendant hurriedly nodded, then packaged the clothes and jewelry. In less than a second, she had arranged the items into the shop's customized takeout bag. Consequently, she handed it over to him with a forced smile, and Alex took it from her, passing it to the man's girlfriend. “I believe this is yours, beautiful,” he mouthed, and the girl slowly took it from him, awestruck.Turning to her boyfriend, whose face had morphed from shock into barely-concealed rage, Alex parted his lips to speak, but the man spoke first—or more like yelled first. “It's a setup! I don't believe this. You... you damn lowlife can't possibly spend three million dollars on clothes just fo
“Please have mercy on me, Mr. Lord. I promise such a mistake won't happen again,” the manager implored, while her head remained glued to the ground. Alex, who didn't appreciate the excessive courtesy she was showing, urged her to stand, but she refused. She insisted she would only stand if Alex audibly forgave her.He did, and she finally stood.As for the rest of the store's inhabitants, they paused, shocked on hearing what the manager had just called the disheveled man. They couldn't believe it! The disheveled-looking man standing in front of them was a Lord, Mr. Lord to be exact, and one of them had just stupidly picked a fight with him.“No way! Absolutely no way this man is a Lord! Woman, are you blind? Look at who you just called a Lord,” Richard said in disbelief, gazing manically about. “If that man is a Lord, then my girlfriend here is a Greek goddess,” he added sarcastically, jesting his girlfriend. She didn't appreciate his choice of words, so she stomped on his foot with he
In the elevator, as both parties rode it down, there was an awkward silence in the tight air. The tangible awkwardness intensified every time the manager failed to cautiously look at Alex without him reciprocating, and whenever he did catch her looking, she would instantly avert her gaze from his. They were at this for over a minute until Alex broke the social tension by speaking.Pursing his lips thoughtfully, he carefully thought of what he would ask her. It struck him. “So... I am guessing you have been sewing wears for my family for a very long time, huh?”Truthfully, Alex found it odd that the person Kate had told him about. The person who she said had been in charge of creating outfits for the Lord's family for more than three decades looked like she was in her late thirties. The math was not adding up in his head.She inclined her head. “Well... hmm. Actually, Mr. Lord, I am not the one who sews the clothes. That would be Madam Hubo. She solely is the one in charge of making an
Alex rose from his chair. “I am so sorry for going through your things,” he cooed as he waddled his way from the chair to her, stretching his hands out for a handshake. “I am Alexander Lord. Pleased to meet you.”Madam Catherine picked up her locket, beheld him for a second, totally ignored his handshake, and made her way over to her desk. “So, you are the dunderhead that sold our collection for a cheap thrift shop outfit.” She reprimanded and lift a brow. “Wait! Did you just say sorry?” She laughed. “That's a first.”“Hmm, I apologize for that as well. I wasn't aware that the outfit cost thirty million dollars,” he expressed remorse, feeling regretful for his actions. Despite his humility, he was surprised that someone supposedly working for them had ignored his greeting. Only another Lord could behave in such a manner. She has to truly be a Lord, right?Alex observed her intently and, while he did, he couldn't help but marvel at the entire style she had on. Although she was aged, s
Alex was pensive. Initially, he contemplated asking if Madam Catherine's sister held the title of a Lord. However, he swiftly realized the question was foolish because if her twin sister was a Lord and Madam Catherine wasn't, it logically implied that her sister wasn't a Lord after all. But, what if she acquired the title through association or marriage to a genuine Lord? So many questions swirled in Alex's mind.“How did your sister acquire the badge then?” he inquired, eager to trace the matter to its origin. However, Madam Catherine raised her fingers and wagged them dismissively, a clear indication that she had no intention of divulging the information.“Your opportunities are exhausted, Mr. Lord. Remember, three chances?” she reminded, prompting Alex to grit his teeth. He was thoroughly fed up with people obstructing his quest for the truth about his family. Now, he was determined not to be deterred; he had a multitude of questions, and his curiosity demanded satisfaction.Alex s